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Doorstep


JoelJosol
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I was at your doorstep the other day
Knocking gently at your wooden door.
There was only silence.
 
I just had to knock a little louder each time
Maybe you are in some corner of this house.
But nothing happened.
 
The dark clouds caught up with me
and the rain poured.
Now, I am all wet and dripping.
 
All I want is to break the news-
You know my mom, she died today.
 
(A poem for a friend who lost his mom and called me up in the wee hours of the morning.)

"Words are not things, and yet they are not non-things either." - Ann Lauterbach

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Hi Judi, thanks for the read and appreciation. I intentionally made the poem simple and hide the punch line until the end to bring home and share the pain. 

My friend's mom was already buried today.  

 

 

"Words are not things, and yet they are not non-things either." - Ann Lauterbach

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